[ oh, he’s going to enjoy this. obviously, of course, but the thought is punctuated by the ease in which keith trusts him to move, arms winding, hands clinging, and back curved just so to give shiro the best angles to play across that chest. keith says things like being uncertain about wanting to be on the receiving ends of pleasure, the vulnerability of giving up control, to instead be led through all the pleasure points of his own body an overwhelming, somewhat frightening prospect. even so, shiro is delighted that keith’s body knows what to do. despite whatever goes on in that adorable head of his, his body certainly wants shiro all over it; that readiness nothing but encouraging.

granted, keith is still very much that sweet, hesitant boy from their walk back from the carnival. naturally, a counter-offer was always in the cards. and boy, shiro cannot confidently say that he isn’t tempted. ]

I do love your mouth…

[ his own is still mouthing at keith’s chest, lips moving across the slight dip between keith’s pecs, moving, still moving all the way over to keith’s other nipple. it receives similar treatment in a flick and a kiss, though the wet suck is an added slow indulgence. notwithstanding, of course. one suckle, two, and the third draws longer before he releases to coo over the pert thing. ]

But I’m patient. [ he tips his head, looking, briefly, up at keith, before lifting his head to sit up just a little more. so – ] Later. Right now, all you need to do is keep your eyes open and watch me please you.

[ and lay down, apparently. shiro helps him through that. pulls him down, tips their weight and rolls them over, careful in the way he helps rearrange keith so he ends up beneath shiro, adequately cradled by the pillow. holding himself with his hands and knees, so none of his weight remains on keith, shiro grins down at the other. ]

Sounds easy, but I’m quite good with my mouth, too.